Why can't I just hit rewind?
I really hate when I get in the mood I'm in right now. I don't know if it's been sparked by project reunion talk lately or what, but I get times where I get really sad and miss project so much it hurts. I miss the city, I miss the close-knit community of Christians, I miss our only focus being serving God (and not school!!!), and I miss being with people that I love so much. I was looking at our new project website and stumbled upon a poem written by the talented Patrick Martchink that sums up our summer so well:
"Rewind, Fastforward"
Rewind,
Sunday May 29 th, 2005
After months of prayer and support raising; a few parting tears, a weeks worth of driving or a days worth of flying, maybe some car troubles or dealing with lost luggage at the airport… you're finally here in sunny San Diego!
What's that? I'll be living with twelve other girls this summer? I'm sorry I must've heard you incorrectly. Oh. I did hear you incorrectly. I'll be living with thirteen other girls this summer! Well that's just great… Later you meet up with your growth group, about three other girls that you'll have the opportunity to share your deepest, darkest secrets with.
Day two. Project orientation with Dan and Libby. You begin to realize what the California sun can do to pasty white midwestern skin in one afternoon at the beach. Your growth team leader approaches you with a little something called Soul to Soul. The time is now to bare, share your past, your history, your mistakes, your secrets, your life. You're scared. Its only day two you're thinking. If they're having me do this on day two, what the heck are they going to have me do on day three, day eight, day forty seven? What are these people going to think of me when they find out who I really am?
Fast Forward.
After hours of sharing with your sisters in Christ. After baring your soul, showing those true colors, and maybe even shedding a few painful tears. God revealed something to you; you're not alone. Your life meshes with the other girls in your growth group. Your lives weave a blanket, a security blanket that you can fall back on for not only the next ten weeks, but hopefully a lifetime.
Fast Forward.
Your eyes are opened to your surroundings when Libby informs everyone that we'll be sharing this afternoon. Sharing? I've never done that before; What's that? Information comes rushing in from your newly acquired sisterhood and your heart begins to quicken. Like you should, you resort to prayer. You ask for the words, you ask for the courage, you ask for hearts to listen.
Your first attempt. Here's the approach. “Excuse me maam, would you like to take a quick suuurveeey…?
Note to self, don't ask people on roller blades to take survey.
Fast Forward.
I'm in a loving family one day, the next my parents realize I'm too much of a financial burden, so I'm lost, abandoned. The next day I'm taken to an orphanage where there are dozens of kids just like me. But I have hope and joy in my heart because tomorrow bus loads of Americans will drive up this old dirt road bringing toys, games, and happiness. So when the time comes for them to leave, they won't be leaving as just Americans, but they will be leaving as our friends.
Fast Forward.
A weekend away from the boys will do your hearts much good. An overnight is in store and the anticipation of what's to come is almost too much to bare. You leave with question marks cluttering the very air you breathe. After a weekend of challenging your bodies and minds physically, mentally, but above all spiritually; you arise a woman. No longer a girl in the eyes of your peeps, but a leader through the eyes of God.
Fast Forward
Five weeks in, zero staff left. Some how you have managed to survive all the “who ate my peanut butters” and the “who is using my conditioners.” Somehow, five weeks in, your smile glows brighter than ever.
Moving ahead as our summer winds down.
Many worked under the firework laden skies to celebrate their independence. Many sobbed for the ones they call the invisible children. Yet all erupted with joy when a man named Russell emerged from the crowds to walk the walk and talk the talk with Bob Barker.
Fast Forward 12 days from today
Thursday, Aug. 4 th , 2005
Today can't be expressed by words. You let your body subside to the actions and emotions that are screaming inside of you. Your hands shake while you let your eyes speak for themselves. You're caught in a whirlwind of tears and laughter. Hugs are flying left and right while you're screaming to your sisters, triple checking their phone numbers and emails just to make sure. You say goodbye, but don't really mean it because you know this is not goodbyes. You say, “I love you,” because you do.
Fast Forward
You're on your plane or in your car. The music dies down and peace falls over your body. You think to yourself, “Why can't I just hit rewind?”
Wow, if only I could just hit rewind...I would do anything to do that. Project was a taste of heaven - literally. Worshipping and glorifying God, being with people you love, engulfed in peace and love. It's what we were made for...it only makes sense that we would long for it so much!! The sad thing is, something that runs through my mind quite frequently, is that I won't experience something like this summer until I reach heaven. Never again on this Earth will I live with those same people like I did this summer. That's so hard for me to swallow...never. And yet, I'm so incredibly grateful for everything God gave me and showed me this summer. I wouldn't trade where I'm at now (even my PPD - post project depression) for anything less. God is so amazing in the ways He works! :)
Well, I suppose I've rambled long enough. Goodnight all...

